Category Archives: niceness

Well, dear reader, we are married, my Viking Sousaphonist and I. All requited and ridiculously happy, here we are. And, oh! what a wonderful wedding day. Where shall I start? At the beginning, of course. Here is the wooden footbridge … Continue reading →

Goodness me, where to begin? I haven’t posted since November and so much has happened since then… 1. Way back in November I flew back to the UK and was finally reunited with the man I love. I hope we … Continue reading →

[with apologies to Gabriel Garcia Marquez] When I left Ed at Heathrow in July – and I actually wept, for the first time in years – 100 days stretched ahead of us until we could be together again. 100 days … Continue reading →

My back is aching, I’m exhausted but content. Yesterday I moved into our Love Nest – the most completely fabulous flat on Sydney’s harbour foreshore. I could list all the things I already love about it, but I’m pretty sure … Continue reading →

I’ve just found a small piece of paper in a pile of other papers on top of my fridge. This particular piece of paper, however, made a big difference in my life. This time last year I had a conversation … Continue reading →

… we’re engaged! Yes. Ed and I (for that’s my Viking Sousaphonist’s name) are going to be married. He will be my husband and I will be his wife. He will be my lover and companion and friend, and … Continue reading →

If you were at all wondering how my trip back to the UK to see the man for whom I’d carried an unrequited torch was going, I should think this picture says it all. We were high up inside the … Continue reading →